Blood

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I know some of my readers may get squeamish at the sight of blood so this is advance warning that this blog post contains graphic photos of cutting and bleeding!


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The following photos are from my cutting scene the other night, the host was gracious enough to send them to me.

Thank you, to everyone who participated in this scene, it was the first time and I fell in love with cutting so it is likely to not be the last time.

My shoulder is healing nicely, the lines are distinct and there is zero redness or sign of infection. I expect to be fully healed in the next week.

I am blessed with the ability to heal fast! Even though I have deliberately irritated it to ensure scarring it is already very obvious that I be recovered completely within a week.

My entire body is sore and aching today from the scenes on Saturday, I spent a good amount of the night completely tensed up and today I feel it in my arms, legs, back and butt.

Ok Photos... ready? Those of you who are scared covered your eyes?

Good!

The blood trickled and pooled, I coagulated quickly and we had to scrub at it later to make it bleed more.

"You will feel me cutting the skin in a swirl now."

Pretty picture! This is now framed art on my wall!

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Amazing night.

Oh My Stars

I used to have a dom who said "Oh my stars" instead of "Oh my God" it was rather endearing. For some reason that just popped into my head, this is completely unrelated. but Valinor if you are reading maybe I made you chuckle your great laugh, or at least smile!

So stars.

The evening started off as many play parties do. Me, smoking hot in a great outfit. Hair and makeup done beautifully. My lover on one side a cherished playmate on the other. Mingling among the guests and greeting the host and hostess. I had made plans to top later but other than that my night was fairly open.

Normal so far.

The host informed me that he had the evening free and was available for play. A scene popped into my mind.

Now I have been slowly over the last year been popping my own "cherries" by doing things that I consider to be edge play. Others I am sure would think my play is rather tame in comparison but you must keep in mind that up until very recently my hard limits have included... Nothing that breaks skin, no permanent marks, no blood play, no needles and no knives.

I have had broken skin many times although it was always accidental. I have had myself branded three times now with temporary brands, and they have not completely faded. I have had a hypodermic needle inserted in the skin of my arm. I have had a few knife scenes.

I spoke to the host in an excited tone and told him what I had hoped to do but that I had no stencil. He was quick to allow me to surf the net and find it.

I made a few quick modifications, traced it onto tracing paper carefully, and took a deep breath.

He smiled when he saw how intricate the design was. We discussed placement.

I stripped off my bra and dress. Commenting how I was breaking a hard limit and if I chickened out not to be surprised. He just smiled and nodded.

Hopped up on the table in front of a crowded room. He placed the stencil on my chest. We made certain it was positioned correctly, he pressed it into my skin so it would transfer. He grabbed a felt and connected the dots as the transfer wasn't the greatest. I examined it in a mirror and gave my ok. He unwrapped a disposable scalpel and poised it just above my skin.

"Now you will feel the edge of the blade against your skin" I whimpered at the first touch of cold steel.

"And the first cut" I gasped and held my breath as the sharp steel pressed into my skin. Oh sweet glorious pain blossoming! My entire body came alive in that blissful moment. Sparkles start in the edge of my vision and the endorphins start flowing.

The scent and taste of blood flood into my nostrils and mouth. Intoxicated at this first splash, the urge to scoop the drizzle of blood into my mouth is nearly overpowering me. I imagine my tongue coated thick with it and feel faint, a buzzing in my ears.

He continues to talk as he cuts, a line here, a swirl there. I am gasping, whimpering and moaning. Humping at air and giggling. Arousal is flooding over and around me. My scent is driving me nearly insane with primal lust.

I ask for a break about a third of the way through and he obliges. I am offered water and decline. Preferring to lay there, squirming in delight and squeezing my legs tight. Oh how I long to suck at the cuts he has made. My sex is swollen and soaked with my juices. I feel myself near orgasm and ask him to continue.

His next cut has me cumming and laughing. I can't speak anymore. I am murmuring and floating. I know there are people around me, I have no idea what is going on anymore. My eyelids are fluttering and eyes are rolling. My hips move of their own accord and I am loathe to hold still. My nipples are erect and I am gripping a hand tightly.

Pain is my lover and I embrace Her wholeheartedly. Her sweet voice is causing me to writhe slightly under the cutters hands. Sweet tendrils of agony as he carves my skin into the design I created. Bright red blood is dripping down my shoulder, smearing into the white hot swirls of pain. My Goddess is with me.

He comments that he only has a few more lines causing me to beg... "Go slow, please."

I hear laughter around me, and I am reminded there are people watching. His last cuts are much slower, languid even, I am orgasming in the blissful, bright, sting of the last swirl.

Now he is spraying alcohol into the lacerations and blotting with a paper towel. I am moaning and giggling at the bittersweet tingling of salt in a wound. I am near orgasm again and as he seizes the paper towel and begins rubbing vigorously, scrubbing at the fresh cuts I cum a third time.

There is blood everywhere and they are taking photos. He holds up a paper towel with a near perfect smear of my blood in a beautiful mural. Delight as he suggests I frame it and I immediately agree! He sets it aside and tells me it is time for a few touch ups.

I shudder and take a deep breath. His blade descends in his final strokes. Red wings beat in time with my fluttering heart..

It is over.

I lay there, drifting, mindless.. momentarily stunned.

A mirror is held up so I can see the art he has painstakingly carved into my chest. I smile, ecstasy is making the world very golden, with bright red blood splatters.

This is a photo of my shoulder this morning.

It bled all through the night, all over my sheets and pillowcase. Good thing I know how to get bloodstains out.

I will be framing the paper towel and putting it near the front door of my house. It is a nice compliment to the BDSM KINK flag that I have not so discreetly placed there.

I want more now.

Craving blood.. yum..

Sacrifice

She lays on the ritual table, limbs restrained by leather thongs that do nothing to hold her still. They only serve to keep her on the table. Her clothing is fine white linens that is billowing around her like a soft white cloud.

She has consented to this act and he confirms the consent again. Then the room grows dark.

She is surrounded on all sides by candlelight, she can hear low chanting almost a murmur of voices, cascading like stream water over river rocks. It is cool and she shivers, feeling the hairs on her neck rising as goose pimples cover her arms and legs.

He has a long sharp black dagger and he is standing above her silent. The chanting around her grows louder and fills her ears, fear rises in her throat and her pulse quickens. She must remember her purpose, and holds her esolve firmly in front of her.

His blade flashes along the razor sharp edge as he lowers it and cuts through the linens that were her only protection. Shuddering she holds deathly still while her screams echo inside her head.

He is cutting her skin along her belly in a long slow stroke. The knife is sharp as a scalpel, but his desire is to cause her as much agony as she can bear. The knife moves ever slowly down her belly to her pelvic bone.

She is lost in the hot pain that radiates through her. She feels her blood weeping through the wound he is carving in her sensitive skin and she sobs in a release of emotion. Her blood is collected in a silver cup as it oozes down her body. The smell of it is strong and coppery.

He is salivating as he collects her life essence and he continues on with his cutting. Looking in her eyes he sees pain, fear, excitement. She is fairly glowing in her lust, in her desire to be this sacrifice.

He has carved the Goddess' symbol into her tummy, her skin shall bear her mark until as a corpse it rots off her bones, returning her to the earth where her life began. His hand smears the edges of the blood seeping from Her emblem, fingers coating in her essence. He moves lower and smudges the blood on her bared vulva.

She gasps and screams feeling his hand part her lips wide and the hilt of his dagger slides inside her. Her cum gushes out over his bloodied blade. Pain orgasm washed into and blended in her female lust.

More blood as he bring the chalice close and drips it onto her clitoris. It has cooled slightly and she is startled as he lowers his head and sucks the coppery bits from her lips.

Orgasm sweeps through her again, a storm of pleasure and pain cresting and building and overtaking her senses.

She loses consciousness.

When she awakes she is no longer tied down.

The candles have burned low, she is laying in the linen rags that have been torn and bloodied.

His hood is back and he is washing the sigil carved into her tummy. Warm water trickling deliciously over her flesh and washing the blood away. She admires his rugged handsome face as he cares for her. Emotions well up inside her and tears trickle down her cheeks.

He has marked her, now all will see and know she belongs to the Goddess. Sacrificed in pain and pleasure, Her emblem will become a shiny scar that will bear witness to her pain rights.

White Pain

Pain causes explosions in my brain. The white hot star exploding kind. Here is a good example.

I lay still, a sharp blade in his hand. I am on my stomach and panting into the blanket I have buried my face into. My ass is his canvas.

He is dragging the sharp edge over my skin and I can feel it parting the first layers. He mentions that blood has welled up and I whimper into the blanket. He is laughing.

The knife point drags over my flesh and a sharp white flash brightens behind my eyes. He drags the knife and I watch the white stain smear behind my eyelids. It is tracking with the caress of his blade. His hand slides over my ass and I feel fear as he parts my legs. The sharp point jabbing at my lips and scratching them.

I shudder but don't dare move, whimpering no and hiding as much as I can from him. Sparklers are going off now as the point jabs and calls my attention to my flesh that is swollen and slick wet with my desire. I shudder and have a pain orgasm, the burning White fire exploding and rushing to warm my body.

Fear that he will tear me apart starts over taking me. His knife is at the back of my neck and scratches hard down my spine. This one breaks skin and blood wells.

I muffle my scream and hold still, terrified.

Predator

I had tied him to the pillar by his wrists. He was blindfolded. I had spent some time flogging him, using crops and canes and spanking with my bare hands. I put nipple clamps on him (he hates them). And I wanted better access to the front of his body.

I untied one hand and had him step to the side. One hand remained tied to the pillar with a silk scarf. Blindfold still on.

I start spanking him and he is covering his ass with his hand. I blow him until he is hard an tie his free wrist to his dick. Thinking... If he jerks he will pull his cock.

Silk scarves don't hold well on a straight hard surface. A few whacks of his bum with my bare hand and he has pulled his hand free.

He is no longer attempting to protect himself.

Now he is attempting to catch me.

He is blindfolded, but I am breathing hard and he can hear my footsteps. He has caught me twice now and I have managed to wiggle free.

I turn up the music.

It works for a few minutes. I am able to get a couple good swats and pinches in before he grabs me by my wrists and traps me between his bound hand and the pillar. His free hand is groping me.

I am becoming prey.

He pushes me over and shoves his dick in my ass and I scream. No warm up, no lube, I'm in pain.

I tear away and fight free calling him a bastard and crouching down by the pillar. He is sorry I can see it. I am crouching and trying to still the pain receptors that are firing in my ass. Ow.... I swat at him, somehow the blindfold has come off. Did I take it off him? I am swatting at him again and dodging out of the way. He is grunting and growling. He is apologizing and asking if I am ok.

I swat him a few more times and call him names. I'm sore but ok, no damage has been caused.

Now he is free of the pillar and coming at me. Pinning me to the pillar and kissing me hard. I bite at his lips and struggle and squirm. He is growling and his strength is overwhelming. I bit at his shoulders and arms, anything to try and free myself.

He is biting my neck and growling like the savage beast that he is. I feel the first twinge of fear. It makes me hot. I push back and tell him to get on the floor.

I am fucking him and cumming all over his cock. I climb off suck him for a minute and then start to move away.

He has caught me again in an instant. There is no getting away from him. If he wants me he will have me.

I am shuddering in desire.

I am struggling to break free and he has picked me up and thrown me to the floor in an instant. I did not fall hard, I remember my amazement at that. He is on top of me, inside me, surrounding me. I am struggling to get away, sliding backwards away from him. Biting anywhere I can, my fingernails are raking and digging into him.

He starts hurting me. Biting nipples and breasts. I don't remember how I got there but I am backed against the chaise and he has an abrasive glove on and is squeezing my tits. My nipples pinched in that claw like glove.

I am screaming and begging... I want more but it is to much already. His hands scrapes down my tummy and I writhe, in ecstasy and agony. His hand grips my pussy and grinds the lips in that sharp scratchy glove.

I am cumming all over the glove.

It is running down my thighs in a flood. He takes the glove away and comments on the fluids I have given him. I am in tears, crying and gasping. So overcome by emotion.

In that moment he owns me.

Still gasping, still crying I have curled up in a crouching ball at his feet. A sense of worship washes over me. I want to show him how I feel and can't. I can't allow myself that vulnerability. I stuff it back inside and work on showing him my pleasure instead.

Worshipping his sex, shoving his cock in my throat and swallowing as he tells me how he wants to push that glove inside me. How he wants to tear me up inside.

I want it.. need it.. can't say yes. It's to intense, and to admit my depraved desires is a weakness I can't show.

He helps me rise and bends me over the chaise.

His hand is back in the glove.

He slides his hand over my ass and between my thighs. I am gasping and crying.. yes I think to myself, this is what I want.

His gloved hand is inside me. Sharp points scratching and tearing. I am squirting cum and it is dripping down to my ankles.

Humiliated and vulnerable, I shudder and cry as he teases me about the mess. I can't hide my desire from him.

We break for a drink of water. I get giggly and we have a water fight in the kitchen. A cold water fight. It is refreshing and pulls me back from that floaty weird sub space where he is my God and I live to serve him.

We towel off and crawl into bed.. He is cuddling me, and I am allowing him to (weird) he is suddenly tender and caring.

He starts talking about the glove and how he wants to fuck me with it again. I am begging him no, but secretly wanting it. He knows. He knows I am now craving for him to ruin me.

He gets up and get something out of his pants pocket. I have no idea what it is.

Cold steel is pressed again my back.

"NO!" I dare not move. Fear is shining bright in my eyes.

His blade is in his hand.

Terror is threatening, I look at him wild eyed and whimper. He is running the sharp edge over my body. It is not a smooth edge, it is scalloped which means sharp but also pointy, at more than just the tip. He is sliding the sharp edge so the points all drag.

I am nearing tears. He is holding my nipple captive between his thumb and the edge of his blade. I am begging him. Shaking and begging him not to cut off my nipple.

He moves away and I am hiding myself behind my arms. I don't want him to cut me and that knife is so sharp and the expression on his face is hungry, lustful and I need more.

I am a fear slut, this is my new revelation.

He tells me to lay back, be still and move my arms.

Black wings beat at the edge of my vision. My goddess is here and she is wrapping me in darkness. The cloud descends and I wander in the deep pit of desire.

He is telling me how he could pierce my nipple, he could cut it right off. I am whimpering and watching fearfully as his knife glides over me. Down my tummy those sharp points go, not hard enough to cut, only hard enough to scrape.

He is seated now between my legs, he has pulled them open and he is holding my clit at knife point. Talking about cutting it.

I am crying out no and begging him not to take my pleasure from me. The knife descends, he is holding my labia in his fingers and the sharp points are poking me. I am screaming and begging him not to cut me.

I feel the cold steel pressing inside me. I am shuddering and waves of pleasure mix with my fear. My hips rock and I cum on the now sheathed blade that he is fucking me with.

He pulls it from me and wipes the blade still sheathed against my thigh.

Blood.

I gasp in fear. I feel no pain but what has happened!

He tells me I am cut inside from the glove about an inch in. He slides back up beside me and holds me gently.

His knife has been put aside. His fingers are caressing my cheek. I am calming slowly, burying my face in his chest. Burrowing close to his warmth.

I am still shuddering, my vagina has begun to ache in a deep slow ache.

He tries to get me to talk to him.. I can not describe what has come over me. We cuddle and I drift back to the light.

His darkness has been only glimpsed, I yearn for more.